Post by ccagirl2211 on Jan 3, 2013 15:36:33 GMT -5
Before going to detention and after my last class of the day, I walked into the math building's bathroom to survey myself. I looked in the mirror and was satisfied. I wore a pink cap sleeved shirt, a black knee-length skirt, hot pink knee socks, and black ballet flats. I carried a black messenger bag with neon green polka dots on it, and it held my books, notebooks, pencils, pens, highlighters, and hot pink-encased Blackberry. I left the bathroom and walked confidently to detention. My bag had seemed to get heavier after every class I took today. It was normal, because teachers loaded us up every single night, but I knew it wasn't that. To tell you the truth, I was scared about going to detention!! It wasn't my first time, but I still had that jittery I-got-into-trouble feeling. With a little help from my friends, I flipped a tray of soda onto Violet. She was so mad, and I don't know why. She does things like this all the time. It was her turn. Sighing, I took the detention slip out of my bag and checked the room number again, although I knew very well that it was in Detention Room Number 216. I took a VERY deep breath and walked into detention.